19: His first time ever

"I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.

Philippa Gregory

Zander

As the elevator opens on the second floor, I step out and make my way to the door with the inscription 4B on it and I knock on it. After the second knock, it opens and there stands Havana with a bright smile, wearing pink pyjamas, her hair is in a loose ponytail and her face has no makeup on. She'd told me earlier when she called about her illness and her face clearly shows she was telling the truth and for someone who is a little unwell, she still looks good.

She steps out of the way and ushers me in. "You came," she says, as she shuts the door; her voice happy and need I say gratefully.

"I said I will, these are for you," I say and pull my left hand out from my back and handed her the white roses in it. "I didn't know which would